I wrote these in 5 to 20 minutes. The first one was 5, and the second 20. I read a book on writing that gave you prompts and a time limit or something you needed to accomplish in you writing. The first one is supposed to be a story about someone you dislike turned into an animal. You can tell the antagonism I put out towards him. Scott, you'll know who I'm talking about. The second one gave me a sentence to start out with, and I completed the story in twenty minutes. They both aren't very good, but I thought it'd be interesting to see what people thought about them. Have fun!

Meghan

5
to 20 minutes of writing

The Mouse

Kyle-the-mouse ran for
cover, but he was too fat. He didn't make it. The hawk swooped in
and grabbed him, carrying him off.

If only I'd been
turned into a fish! Kyle thought longingly.

For Kyle hadn't
always been a fat mouse. No, he used to be a fat human. But one day
as he was fishing, his favorite pastime, something his him in the
back of the head and he woke up in a rainy field like this.

It was funny. Kyle had
always heard that you see your life flash before your eyes just
before you die. That wasn't what he was seeing now.

Instead he saw the
terror of the past few days in his mind. Miserable, rainy, cold, wet
days.

Not having the
brightest of minds, he didn't think that if he'd been a fish,
he'd be living in water.

The hawk circled lower
and lower in the sky, toward its nest of younglings. He struggled, to
no avail. He was dropped into the nest.

There was nothing.
Only a floating sensation. Kyle opened his eyes, which he had closed
just before being dropped.

He was surprised to
see he was suspended in midair, a boy again, as the baby hawks
devoured his mouse's body. He smiled with malicious pleasure and
used the rest of his existence haunting people. He haunted people
with pleasure until one girl named Samantha, who could see him with
one eye, locked him in a bottle.

He never escaped.

The Blue Eye

I have two eyes.
That's the normal part. One is green and the other blue. The green
eye sees what there is to see, but the blue eye sees much, much more.

I didn't discover my
unusual talent until I was a junior in high school. I guess it was
because there was nothing—shall we say special—going on
around me until then.

It happened one day as
I was eating my lunch. I was sitting down, minding my own business
off in my corner of the cafeteria, when a little man walked in the
building.

He was a funny little
man. Short, skinny, with pointy ears and what looked like a tail
protruding from the top of his pants. That struck me as odd, so I
looked at him with both eyes rather than just my right.

And I discovered it.

I could see him with
one eye, but not the other. Now this was very odd, and I
probably looked like a freak to everybody, staring at a little man
with a tail and rapidly closing one eye, then the other.

Nobody took notice of
the little man with a tail. He just strolled through the crowd. It
took me a while before I realized that no one could see him but me.
Or, more accurately, my right eye.

He walked over to my
table and sat down at the other end of it, taking no notice of me or
anybody else. I stared at him with my left eye closed. When he
realized I was staring at him like this, he became discomfited and
began to fidget. Finally, he'd had enough. He stood up abruptly and
moved across the table from me.

"You can see me?"
he asked.

"With one eye.
You're like a sun spot that won't go away," I said.

"You know, you look
funny when you do that," he informed me, referring to my closed
eye.

"Sorry." I opened
it.

He stared. "Are you
aware that one of your eyes is green?" he asked.

"Are you aware that
one of yours is brown?" Of course, both of his were, but one of
them was too.

"I'm sorry. That
was rude. My name is Nathan."

"Mine is Samantha.
Why do you have a tail?"

"Birth defect. Why
do you have two different colored eyes?" he retorted.

"Birth advantage.
After all, I can see you."

"I see. And do you
know what I am?" he asked.

I smiled. "No idea.
You seem nice enough."

He smiled back. People
were giving me weird looks as they passed my table. Since that had
happened most of my life, I didn't mind."

"I'm a ghost,"
he said. "I died here. I usually wander the halls. Do you know, I
used to sit here at this table? People would make fun of me and my
tail, so I sat alone here."

"That's like me."

We smiled at each
other again, unlikely friends.

Nathan was the first
ghost I ever met. There were others, not all of them so friendly as
Nathan. I eventually graduated and went to college, becoming a "ghost
buster." Nathan helped me, and as he did so, I fell more and more
in love with him. When I died a year after graduating, we got
married, and we lived—er, died—happily ever after.

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